On a Scale of 1 to 10, How Comfortable Do You Feel in a Bathing Suit?

Last summer, I went to Coney Island with Alex and two guy friends. We lay on a giant beach towel and stripped down to our bathing suits. But then....

I suddenly got weirdly nervous! Although I'm totally comfy without clothes in front of Alex, I was shy about shaking my stuff in front of our male friends. Walking toward the water, instead of admiring the waves and seagulls, I was fixated on my body: Did I look OK? Was I scarily pale? Was my bathing suit covering my butt? Why did I care so much?

Tell me, my darlings: On a scale of one to ten, how comfy do you feel in a bathing suit? Do you love flaunting it? Or would you prefer to cover up in a sarong, tee and giant hat? Or are you somewhere in between, like me? Spill the beans...